Our Transition

Being inspired by Mom and her use of blog, I am now attempting to write one myself...

Trisha my love and I are in a state of transition. The games are over with us- at least they're over within me. . . But our relationship no longer supports the use of fits. There was a great fit we had that tried our relationship to the point of breaking, that thereby showed us who we really are to eachother, and what we really mean to eachother. Now we're back on our feet. Amazing what something so terrible will teach you! Now we can both move into another life that has more meaning, respect, and happiness: We'll treat eachother's meaning with respect, and out of that there will be :)ness!

And I think it will be worthwhile to post what I did negatively: I used the stuff in my life as a focus point, and used Trisha as a distraction. . . Now that I know that, I can turn it around and use her as a focus point, and the stuff in my life as a distraction. Isn't that what love is? Wanting to focus on something because of your love for it? I think it is. . .

There's some things i'd like to speak. First off let me announce formally, and as a MAN, that me and Trisha Ann Stouder are betrothed. Then let me do this: I <3 Trisha.
Ok. Now that that's all done, I'd like to say that me and Trisha are going to Lewiston, ID for 2 years. She will have some kind of degree after two years of college there/here.
And now, I'd like to reveal that I had to buy my own engagement ring today at an antique store. I didn't spend a lot, $10, and it is Mickey Mouse's head in copper or something. Lovely.

I believe in blog.

The first thing I did on this so called blog spot is try to assign my peeps to superhero identities. Then I realized, everyone's super enough just as they are.


I was thinking about words today, and I think that they're weird. They just are. Think about a word; It's like a sentence that's a word that describes an idea. Take a word that has all this power to hold an idea in it, and send it to work with all these other word-idea-holders, who can all together work as a factory of understanding. That's what a sentence, paragraph, or overall composition is to me from now on: Factories of Understanding. If I base my thoughts on these words that has peoples' ideas within them, then the F.U. is operational: employed by word, powered by idea energy, and outputs the tiny gift boxes of understanding. Protect Peace through Poetic thought.

I read in A Course In Miracles that any type of fantasy at all is unworthy, because it creates false needs, which come from false perception of self.
All my life I've gotten excited about imagining fantastical things. Dragon Ball Z, Pokemon, Bionicle, and many, many more are all part of me trying to get away from me into a better me. In reality I haven't any use for strange super powers and magic and all that because I am my own full magnificence.